"It was November, 2016. By this point, I thought I would be able to expect everything. I have seen life-forms of every shape and size, studied their radioactive makeup, and watched them fight in the cities like they were in a concrete jungle. Me and Serizawa thought we had seen it all. But we got a call from one of our expedition teams, and they found something in the Antarctica. Something extraordinary in size and scope. Upon receiving the call, we had prepared to venture out to the South Pole as soon as possible. It took less than a day to organize.
"The destination was a huge chunk of glacier, almost large enough to be a landmass. Satellite imagery had not even picked up this sheet of ice until about a week ago. When we arrived at the site, we were greeted by a man in a thick yellow jacket, telling us to tread carefully. The sheet of ice we were standing on was melting incredibly fast, and it could break at any moment. A mining team was busy carving huge monoliths of ice cubes in a slow and precise manner. Huge cranes stood over cliffs of tundra that stretch down at least half a mile. Stairs were carved into the glacier to allow small mining vehicles to descend into the center of the iceberg. The company was mining a bowl larger than a football stadium. It was as though they were drilling for oil, but it was a resource far more volatile than any fuel. Huge electrified cables surrounded the shores of the ice sheet. It was apparent that whatever lied here could be considered as dangerous as the M.U.T.O. at Janjira. Not a good introduction to our newest quandary, but I assume Monarch's security and defense initiatives have learned from previous mistakes.
It took us twenty minutes to climb down into the center of the glacier. We were not allowed to fly down in a chopper in fears of accelerating the melting process, so we complied. Needless to say, it was a terrifying descent. Our humvee nearly slipped twice on the way down. But anyway, while I was down there, I could faintly make out a silhouette, one that puts the size of Gojira to shame.
"On one end, two slim extensions stretched out about the same length as the M.U.T.O.'s torso length, ending with disk shaped pads. These seemed to be the creature's tail, but we still have yet to get a clear view of the entire body. In between seemed to be huge, fin-like extensions. Perhaps they were wings? The wingspan was over twice the animal's overall length, and it made me curious to see what it looked like when it would fly or swim.
"But there was one feature that caught me off-guard. On one end of its body, three long, almost arm-like, extensions grew from its body. They were wide and splayed out, like the foot of a bird. Near the end, several horn-like protrusions took residence at the back of what seemed to be three heads. The one in the middle was much larger, and adorned with many more horns, spines, and scutes. It was certainly an intimidating figure.
"I recall seeing a shape similar to this on several cave paintings found in an underground reservoir in Vietnam. Discovered in the 1960s, these renditions depicted ancient religions that have been lost to time. They forewarned of four creatures. Gojira was one of them, but on one of the craggy walls was an illustration of a massive, storm-summoning pterosaur. Then there was another of a large moth, worshiped by the people in hopes that it will bring rain, peace, and unending grace. The last painting... Depicted a beast of unimaginable horror. They had a name for it, but it was so taboo and so fearful that the aborigines who described it refused to record its title. It was a three headed wyvern, with the ability to control the skies and death itself.
"When I came here to Antarctica, I was expecting another large reptile, or perhaps a giant invertabrate. What we got was a spiritual and terrible beast. Further studies indicate that the premonitions detailed in Vietnam were no exaggeration, and if this thing were to escape, conservation for mankind would become a necessary action to take. Ancient texts and scriptures lied to us. Baphomet was not a red, seven headed beast. It was gold, and the Devil has three heads. And Ghidorah may have the chance to prove that he is worthy of that title."
- Dr. Vivienne Graham